Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-my foot's giving me the finger. -Oh, grow some, Frances!
String cheese?
-He's rabid with power. -Would you pull the damn car over?
-Oh, it's you he's after. -Me? What did I do?
Here, will you get a load of me for a fat second?
He looks like an over-pronator.
What this chair lacks in form, it makes up for in function.
I'm fine.
We're driving to Mission Viejo, not the Middle East.
Something else is going on.
and blow you right into the driveway!
It's just a stash, that's all. Please.
Uh, no. But his cover photo is a wet Rottweiler.
It's not meant to be.
Now tell me what happened with you two. Spill it, lady.
I-I'm OK.
Frankie, look at me. Look at me.
- $15.99. - Grace?
It's like jump rope. You pick your moment and jump in.
- Pull over, please. - Oh, listen to that.